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When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.”
Wisława Szymborska
Poems, New And Collected
Sekishoin 赤松院
Kōyasan, Kōya-chō, Ito-gun, Wakayama-ken, Japan
The Niō are a pair of protectors who commonly stand guard outside the temple gate at Japanese Buddhist temples, one on either side of the entrance. The open-mouthed one is making the "a" sound and is known as "agyo" and the closed-mouth is making the "n" sound and is called "ungyo". These are the first and last syllables in Japanese and symbolize beginning and end, birth and death.
As a child, I thought
roadside pylons looked like giants.
Even now, they still do.
(*A haiku is a traditional Japanese form of short poetry, with just three sentences - five, seven and five syllable length).
Temple guardian.
Japan, 14th century
Wood with traces of painting
Temple guardians are placed at the entrance to a temple to ward off evil. Each of these guardians hold a vajra for crossing ignorance. Their open and closed mouths represent a and un, the first and final syllables of Siddham (a script to write Sanskrit): these syllables symbolize all spoken sounds and scripts, thus all knowledge. Whoreshippers who enter the temple precinct through the guardians' gate symboliccaly aquire this knowledge.
or in German - "Das ist das Haus von Nikolaus".
With this saying, we teach children to draw a classic gabled house by drawing a line or stroke for each of the six syllables.
Well ... Herzog & de Meuron have chosen a composition that elongates these classic gabled houses and stacks them offset on top of each other, leaving the floor open inwardly where the intersecting surfaces meet in order to lead the stairwells to the various floors. From the inside, the stacked construction is actually not noticeable at all, except perhaps within the open gable window areas.
Well, good architects, even those of the Renaissance, Baroque, or Classicism periods, have always broken the rule of symmetry, either obviously or subtly, because otherwise a building loses its “human” touch and becomes too boring or predictable.
Here I'll show you the place where the simple gable pattern was interrupted and a gabled house "fitted at the waist" was inserted.
(original photo, nothing is faked)
Deutsch
Nun, Herzog und de Meuron haben hier eine Komposition gewählt, diese klassischen Giebelhäuser in die Länge zu ziehen und sie versetzt aufeinander zu stapeln und dort, wo sich die Schnittflächen bilden, den Boden nach innen hin offen zu lassen, um dort die Treppenhäuser in die verschiedenen Etagen zu führen.
Und von Innen ist die Stapelkonstruktion eigentlich gar nicht wahrnehmbar, wird höchsten innerhalb der offenen Giebelfensterflächen etwas deutlich.
Nun, gute Architekten, selbst die der Renaissance oder des Barocks oder des Klassizismus, haben die Regel der Symmetrie immer offensichtlich oder irgendwo subtil unterbrochen, weil ein Gebäude sonst das "Menschliche" verliert und zudem zu langweilig oder Voraussehbar wird.
Hier zeig ich euch die Stelle, wo das einfache Giebelschema unterbrochen wurde und ein "tailliertes" Giebelhaus eingeschoben wurde.
;-) ...
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Om is not just a symbol or a sound or "vibration."
It is the entire cosmos, whatever we can see, touch, hear and feel.
It is the core of our very existence.
Moreover, it is all that is within and beyond our perception.
Om is the mysterious cosmic energy that is the substratum of all the things and all the beings of the entire universe.
It is an eternal song of the Divine. It is continuously resounding in silence on the background of everything that exists.
OM, a sacred syllable, is composed of the three sounds A-U-M.
~ Amit Ray~
Great Tit:-
The largest UK tit – it is green and yellow with a striking glossy black head with white cheeks and a distinctive two-syllable song. It is a woodland bird, which has readily adapted to man-made habitats to become a familiar garden visitor. It can be quite aggressive at a bird table, fighting off smaller tits. In winter it joins with blue tits and others to form roaming flocks, which scour gardens and countryside for food.
Courtesy: RSPB
Majestueux olivier labellisé en 2017 « arbre remarquable de France », dont l'âge est estimé à 1 200 ans. Surnommé Lili, conjonction des syllabes communes aux deux noms « oLIvier » et « FiLItosa », cet arbre imposant présente des caractéristiques hors du commun : il mesure 18 mètres de hauteur pour une envergure de 23 mètres. Son tronc de 9 mètres de circonférence est éclaté en plusieurs parties distinctes. Lili ne demande que très peu d’entretien au quotidien : des professionnels expérimentés interviennent pour tenter d’éradiquer la mouche de l’olive, très présente en Corse, responsable de Xylella Fastidiosa (maladie des oliviers). Ses petites olives ne sont récoltées que tous les deux ans, de novembre à février. La récolte permet de cumuler environ et en moyenne 300 kg d’olives. Pour les années d’exception, elle peut atteindre les 500 kg, pouvant ainsi générer jusqu’à 100 litres d’huile d’olive.
Majestic olive tree labeled in 2017 "remarkable tree of France", whose age is estimated at 1,200 years. Nicknamed Lili, a conjunction of the syllables common to the two names “olivier” and “FiLItosa”, this imposing tree has unusual characteristics: it measures 18 meters in height and has a wingspan of 23 meters. Its trunk, 9 meters in circumference, is split into several distinct parts. Lili requires very little daily maintenance: experienced professionals intervene to try to eradicate the olive fly, very present in Corsica, responsible for Xylella Fastidiosa (disease of olive trees). Its small olives are only harvested every two years, from November to February. The harvest allows to accumulate approximately and on average 300 kg of olives. In exceptional years, it can reach 500 kg, which can generate up to 100 liters of olive oil.
a few spring flowers
in my small vase
memories
of Clare
for Freitagsblümchen - friday flora
thank you for all visits to my photostream
Happy weekend to come!
Tibetan Temple, Mussoorie, India. In the translation of a text by the Fourth Panchen Lama, Amitabha Buddha says “Anyone who recites the six syllable chant while turning the dharma wheel at the same time is equal in fortune to the Thousand Buddhas.”
Thank you to Chris Weston for his outstanding work on finding Hannah a trainee Zoologist who identified this beautiful bird as a
Chiloé Wigeon.
This duck is indigenous to the southern part of South America, where it is found on freshwater lakes, marshes, shallow lagoons and slow flowing rivers.
The Chiloé Wigeon is a very popular bird in collections of wildfowl. In common with most southern hemisphere ducks, the plumage is similar in both sexes and it stays in colour year-round. It is undemanding and relatively peaceable, with a melodious three-syllable whistle. The scientific name, sibilatrix, derives from Latin, sibilare — to whistle.
brought inside
from the garden
a few shades of pink
thank you for all visits
I currently have a few health issues so may be sometimes giving just faves minus comments...
Buzzard plumage is variable and this is quite a pale individual. Because of its paleness it bears a superficial resemblance to Rough-legged Buzzard, but it is definitely just a Common Buzzard. Buzzards have now overtaken both Sparrowhawk and Kestrel to become Britain's most numerous bird of prey, but that doesn't seem to make them any easier to photograph. There are now an estimated 67,000 breeding pairs of Buzzard whereas Sparrowhawk and Kestrel only have 33,000 and 45,000 respectively. When I moved to Yorkshire in the 1980s there were no Buzzards anywhere near me in the South Pennines. I had to go west to Wales or the Lake District to guarantee seeing a Buzzard but today they occur almost everywhere. The spread coincided with the Government's more robust attitude to pesticide abuse, which had previously been keeping the population suppressed. I photographed this one not far from my house just after a recent snowfall.
The name Buzzard was first recorded around 1300 (Busard) with the present spelling from 1616. We picked up the name from French (Busard) which derived originally from the Latin word Buteo, which we still use as its scientific name. Linnaeus first named it as Falco buteo in 1758, though we now know it by the tautonym Buteo buteo. According to the Oxford Dictionary of British Bird Names the word is based on the onomatopoeic syllable "būt", a representation of the shrill, long-drawn-out cry. Raptor is a word that will be familiar to most birdwatchers as a bird of prey but I'm not sure how familiar it is outside birding circles. It was once a word for a rapist, or a plunderer but these uses have fallen into disuse. The adjective raptorial is still used to mean predatory, and not just when describing birds. There is a genus of dinosaurs called Velociraptor which translates as swift predator, and this word shot to prominence with the release of Jurassic Park.
House Wrens sing with high intensity in periodic bouts prior to pairing and often did the same later in the breeding cycle to attract more partners. Their song is described as rapid trills of frequency-modulated notes with an average of ten syllables per bout and around four different types of syllables
The largest UK tit - green and yellow with a striking glossy black head with white cheeks and a distinctive two-syllable song. It is a woodland bird which has readily adapted to man-made habitats to become a familiar garden visitor. It can be quite aggressive at a birdtable, fighting off smaller tits. In winter it joins with blue tits and others to form roaming flocks which scour gardens and countryside for food. (RSPB)
The leiothrix can usually be found in a group of about ten to thirty birds during the non-breeding season; however, during the breeding season the birds break off into pairs and become territorial. These birds have a song which consists of short powerful notes that are repeated continuously throughout the year but it is more persistent during the breeding season. This period usually lasts from early April until September and they are usually found around well watered areas. The males sing long complex songs with a wide array of syllables to attempt to attract the female.
The leiothrix is an open cup nester. The nests of the red-billed leiothrix are composed of dry leaves, moss and lichen; however, they are not well hidden because concealment isn't really a primary factor when determining a nest site. Several nests are found between April and June and are placed within ten feet of the ground. Dense vegetation provides the shrub nesting species protection against predators.
The eggs of the leiothrix are found in clutches of two to four eggs with an average of three. They are broad and blunt in shape with some gloss on the outside and they also have a pale blue color and red like brown spots that encircle the larger end of the eggs. The newly hatched birds have bright red skin and a rich orange red gape.
the chalk-rich slopes
of Windmill Down
give sparkling wine
chardonnay
pinot noir
pinot meunier
in the village of Hambledon
'May and June. Soft syllables, gentle names for the two best months in the garden year: cool, misty mornings gently burned away with a warming spring sun, followed by breezy afternoons and chilly nights. The discussion of philosophy is over; it's time for work to begin.'
Peter Loewer
Grey road, yellow lines,
soft rain, delicate ripples.
Zen circles underfoot.
(*A haiku is a traditional Japanese form of short poetry, with just three sentences - five, seven and five syllable length).
In Latsia, Cyprus. Latsia (pronounced Latsha with the accent on the last syllable) is a large suburb just south of Nicosia, partly residential, partly commercial with a lot of small industries. It is also one of the places where the Greek speaking refugees from the north of Cyprus came in 1974 when Turkey bombed and then invaded the northern part of the island. Here, in Latsia, they tried to recreate what they had lost, including citrus trees and the traditional fournos (an oven made from clay). The image shows the rear side of such a refugee settlement. My nation, the UK (and previously the colonial master of Cyprus), is demonstratively outraged when a country aggressively invades another - sometimes that is. In 1974, it did not move a finger or even frowned when Turkey invaded. Fuji X100F.
Majestueux olivier labellisé en 2017 « arbre remarquable de France », dont l'âge est estimé à 1 200 ans. Surnommé Lili, conjonction des syllabes communes aux deux noms « oLIvier » et « FiLItosa », cet arbre imposant présente des caractéristiques hors du commun : il mesure 18 mètres de hauteur pour une envergure de 23 mètres. Son tronc de 9 mètres de circonférence est éclaté en plusieurs parties distinctes. Lili ne demande que très peu d’entretien au quotidien : des professionnels expérimentés interviennent pour tenter d’éradiquer la mouche de l’olive, très présente en Corse, responsable de Xylella Fastidiosa (maladie des oliviers). Ses petites olives ne sont récoltées que tous les deux ans, de novembre à février. La récolte permet de cumuler environ et en moyenne 300 kg d’olives. Pour les années d’exception, elle peut atteindre les 500 kg, pouvant ainsi générer jusqu’à 100 litres d’huile d’olive.
Majestic olive tree labeled in 2017 "remarkable tree of France", whose age is estimated at 1,200 years. Nicknamed Lili, a conjunction of the syllables common to the two names “olivier” and “FiLItosa”, this imposing tree has unusual characteristics: it measures 18 meters in height and has a wingspan of 23 meters. Its trunk, 9 meters in circumference, is split into several distinct parts. Lili requires very little daily maintenance: experienced professionals intervene to try to eradicate the olive fly, very present in Corsica, responsible for Xylella Fastidiosa (disease of olive trees). Its small olives are only harvested every two years, from November to February. The harvest allows to accumulate approximately and on average 300 kg of olives. In exceptional years, it can reach 500 kg, which can generate up to 100 liters of olive oil.
When I pronounce the word Future,
the first syllable already belongs to the past.
When I pronounce the word Silence,
I destroy it.
Wisława Szymborska,
A common inhabitant of lowland and foothill tropical forests, where it sings brightly but often unseen from the canopy; listen for its repeated 3- or 4-syllabled ‘took-o-rrook!’ Tends to be more common in edge areas and degraded forests than other barbets. Bright green with a blue throat, a red-and-yellow crown, and a heavy, pale-based bill. Birds at the northern and western parts of this species’ range have a black brow, while southern birds don’t.
Ravangla, Sikkim, India. March 2016.
view through the window
a place to stay
once a coaching inn
for Window Wednesdays
gratitude for all visits
That Feeling
If you read
what this June
rain writes
on gold leaves
in transparent ink,
a blurring script
of how what falls
through air
from nowhere
and shimmers,
for the moment,
a book of days
of unsayable
syllables, lovely,
nevertheless,
bejeweled,
reflective
of late light
along the deckle
edge, dissolving,
running off, falling
again, as all brief
infatuations do
into silence,
perhaps, in time
bittersweet memory,
then you know
the feeling.
--M deO
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euonymus phellomanus
- aka spindle tree
beside the hawthorn
a summer profusion
of pink and orange berries
planted for Clare
Spindle fruits are perhaps the most unusual of all our native trees and shrubs. They consist of green 'capsules' that become bright pink when they are ripe in September and October.
blue tit
peanuts
a lucky shot
I wish I could claim more credit for this - but I'm pleased with it nonethelesss! (Maybe best viewed large!!)
The largest UK tit - green and yellow with a striking glossy black head with white cheeks and a distinctive two-syllable song. It is a woodland bird which has readily adapted to man-made habitats to become a familiar garden visitor. It can be quite aggressive at a birdtable, fighting off smaller tits. In winter it joins with blue tits and others to form roaming flocks which scour gardens and countryside for food. (RSPB)
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Pseudopodoces is somewhat similar in appearance to the unrelated ground jays (Podoces) but much smaller – about the size of a house sparrow (Passer domesticus) – and lacks any conspicuous markings. More strongly however, it resembles a wheatear (Oenanthe) in habitus, but lacks black feathers and has a strong and slightly downcurved bill resembling that of a chough (Pyrrhocorax) in shape (though not in colour). Its soft, lax body plumage is extremely cryptic in its natural habitat. The underside is a greyish-fawn in colour, with a tawny hue. The upper parts are mostly a darker fawn-brown, with the central rectrices and the primary remiges a little darker still; the head is colored like the underside, with a darker cap and light nape patch, somewhat reminiscent of some tits and chickadees, especially those from the genera Parus sensu stricto and Periparus. The bill, legs and feet are black. Males and females look alike.
The voice is described as a plaintive whistling, cheep-cheep-cheep-cheep and it also has a two syllable finch-like call
The largest UK tit - green and yellow with a striking glossy black head with white cheeks and a distinctive two-syllable song. It is a woodland bird which has readily adapted to man-made habitats to become a familiar garden visitor. It can be quite aggressive at a birdtable, fighting off smaller tits. In winter it joins with blue tits and others to form roaming flocks which scour gardens and countryside for food. (RSPB)
This common slender mongoose (Herpestes sanguineus), also known as the black-tipped mongoose or the black-tailed mongoose, apparently is a very common mongoose. Not that the amount of sightings would attest to the commoness of this adorably cute (in my opinion) critter.
Normally you "see" a slender mongoose out of the corner of your eye and before you can say the first syllable of "Stop for the Spot" it's already vanished in tall grasses, under bushes, or some random holes in the ground that seemingly just popped up out of nowhere, JUST because said critter needed one for its vanishing act.
This was the first slender mongoose that not only deigned to hang around for a few precious seconds, but did so in low grass and did not let us disturb its hunt for a slug.
I finally can actually truthfully claim, that I REALLY saw a slender mongoose :D Wheeee!
PS: Of course the mongoose did not do us the favour of coverting out in the open in broad daylight... That would have been too much to ask. Thus, please do excuse the poor lighting, barely recovered and the ridiculous high ISO.. (did I mention yet that I do love my R6Mii for its LowLightPowers?)
The largest UK tit - green and yellow with a striking glossy black head with white cheeks and a distinctive two-syllable song. It is a woodland bird which has readily adapted to man-made habitats to become a familiar garden visitor. It can be quite aggressive at a birdtable, fighting off smaller tits. In winter it joins with blue tits and others to form roaming flocks which scour gardens and countryside for food. (RSPB)
At some point during the spring of 1976, my mother’s parents left their lifelong home in the West Midlands and followed us down to Cornwall. Moving here is a thing that lots of people like to do once their working lives are over you see. Grandad had reached the age of 65 and retired from running the removals business that had seen him travel to every corner of the land, occasionally popping up on our doorstep if his latest mission brought him within "stopping for tea" range. I was only ten years old so I don’t remember much about the big move to Cornwall, other than my mother's semi-permanent state of angst throughout the episode. We’d only arrived in Falmouth ourselves a few months earlier, my father keen to mess around in boats and reconnect with his Westcountry childhood as he was. What has never left me though is my grandparents’ admirable gift for linguistically mangling the lexicon of Cornish place names. Everywhere seemed to be mispronounced or simply misread. I still can’t drive through the village of Ponsanooth without hearing Grandad saying “Portasnoot” in his broad Warwickshire twang all those years ago. Ten years later my Great Auntie Joan joined her sister and brother-in-law by leaving the same West Midland town and moving down to Mylor Bridge; or “Milo” as she called it. During a visit a couple of years before her move we went on a day trip to Mevagissey, where she added “Nebuchadnezzar” to the map in a leap of vocabulary that was so abstract that it almost deserved applause.
Quite how my Great Aunt managed to juxtapose the name of a picturesque (or picture-skew as she might have called it) fishing village with an ancient Babylonian king who may or may not have burned Solomon’s temple to the ground and who may or may not have gone mad and spent seven years living on a diet of grass, we’ll never know. Maybe she was thinking of enormous vats of champagne instead, but whatever led her to the extra syllable and the rearrangement and replacement of various vowels and consonants is something she took with her in the Easter of 2007, just a week short of her ninety-third birthday; the last of her generation in the family to leave us. Mevagissey seems so much easier to say, but for me it will always be Nebuchadnezzar. All these years later she remains forever the uncrowned queen of barely tenuous malapropisms to the rest of us.
Another thing I was struggling to understand was exactly what Lee and I were doing here. But I’d stridently chosen the locations for the previous outing so it only seemed fair to go with the flow this time around. I’d been here only once since that 1984 visit, and that was just to park on the edge of town before taking part in a muddily festive Christmas running race at the nearby Heligan Estate. You may have noticed from my feed that I don’t generally aim for towns when it’s time for a bit of creative abandonment. I prefer to shy away from people, whether there’s a pandemic on or not, and I’m not awfully keen on photographing scenes where there is evidence of humanity. Rows of pretty cottages or harbours filled with colourful boats don’t really send the juices racing through these veins – although I do of course allow myself to be drawn towards something isolated and preferably old, such as the remains of a long since abandoned tin mine, a bridge, a pier (well Clevedon pier anyway) or a lighthouse. Ah yes, that was why we were here; there was a lighthouse at the entrance to the harbour. Still, I was concerned – there might be a trawler moored up beside it, or even worse a car parked under it.
In the event I needn’t have worried, although it became immediately clear that a race was on to capture the sunlight on the side of the lighthouse before it disappeared behind the cliff to the west of the village. We really need to plan these trips a bit more carefully you know. But to make things easy for a change, there was only one composition to be had. Admittedly we’d need to crop out the ghost of the lone angler in the bright red coat on the quay later (unless he was prepared to stand absolutely still for long periods of time), but it took no longer than five minutes from the moment of our arrival to capture as pleasing an image as I’m ever likely to get from here. The sun clung doggedly to the blue sky and kept clear of the gathering clouds to give us just enough time to capture the moment. Little more than an hour later we were heading for the pub, just about crossing Truro before the rush hour swung into action. Usually we take our cameras with us to review our efforts over a pint, but this time we didn’t bother, going equipped with a pair of books that will help us to plot our adventures through Iceland next September – including taking photos of churches. I forgot to mention churches in the previous paragraph – also on the list of permitted structures, as long as they’re sufficiently remote of course. We’ve found a couple on the map that we missed last time. Please feel free to share any you think we may have overlooked - we're shameless about standing on the shoulders of giants after all.
I’m sure there are lots of you who would come to Nebuchadnezzar and pick out glorious images in the picture-skew alleys and opes. You’d capture wondrous reflections of the fishing boats at rest in the harbour, because it’s what ticks your boxes and you’re good at it. But it’s not for me. I’m happy to have shot Nebuchadnezzar’s lighthouse on a sunny December afternoon, but I’m ready to move on now. For once I am looking at a location I won’t be seeking to race towards again. Give me the wilderness every time.
I think this is the final shot I’ll post before Christmas lands upon us and a few days of miasmic festive stupor pass by in the blink of an eye. So for now I’ll wish you all the compliments of the season, whether for you it’s a season or not. I hope you have a good one, and that Santa brings you that new lens you’ve been eyeing up on the online megastore.
NEW CHALLENGE: MIXMASTER CHALLENGE #43 - Chef: skagitrenee
CHEF skagitrenee urges us to become poets – in word and image!
➤ Your image must be an open-card-style diptych (not just side-by-side panels … see first two entries below for examples).
➤ Your diptych must portray an illustrated, self-created HAIKU OF EXACTLY 17 SYLLABLES** with the haiku on one side panel and the illustration on the other (though it’s okay if your illustration bleeds onto the haiku side).
➤ Your illustration must include purple and/or blue flower(s).
➤Also one or more black or dark-colored silhouettes (human and/or animal).
➤ NO WATER of any kind.
cat, moon and some flowers PNG tree